I got my computer yesterday around eight. It is cool. It is not new... but its nice. I even got a new printer! The computer itself was free, but all of the accsesories have cost me and my mom over a hundred dollars. Oh well, you cant win them all. My dad is taking me to dinner. We are going to have steak. I was reading "As A Man Thinketh" today by James Allen. Its pretty intresting, he uses alot of analagies. He also uses cool words like "aphorism" and "consummation". Its pretty cool. I do have warn you it is a devil to get all the way through, he likes to ramble and sometimes you get lost. But, overall it is pretty good. I have decided that I like him. Him being an adolescent that I have found a fond attraction to. Maybe something will come of it, maybe not. I dunno. I am feeling ugly again. My entry title reminds me Star Trek. My dad likes to watch that. All of you trekkies out there know what I am talking about... everyone else... it doesnt matter. My legs hurt. Stupid band. School starts on Thursday... stupid school. I changed my schedule today. I dropped P.E. Yay! no P.E.! Instead I am taking social dance. Yay! Hollie is going to learn how to dance! I like my computer... I am going to buy a power strip tommorow. My dad took me driving today, it was fun... I think I did a pretty good job. My nose got sunburned and now its peeling. I am not going to see him for awhile. He goes to a different school. Tonight is probobly the last time I am going to see him untill a distant weekend. I hope I make new friends in high school. My mom wants to have family prayers in the morning. She gets more religious as she gets older. I dont think my sister is a virgin anymore. Dear void, what do you think? I try to often talk about the void, in case any new readers are coming into the story late. My diary, the boring novel of my life, is what they happen to be reading... I guess they have a right to know what my void is. So all two of my novel readers, the void. The void is the internet. Yes, the net... the vast web of elecrtic ocean currents that travel from one computer harbor to another. The void contains everything. The void has all knowledge known to man hidden in its many dark corners. The void may be an animal, either a grand beast which laboriously pulls the weight of intelligent life upon its great back. Or maybe it is the mythical creature, sleeping under the cool earth and letting the many words, pictures, and melodies lull ir into an eternal slumber. The void never talks. Know one knows if the void listens. I like to talk to the void. My dear grand void. And that is what it is. In the name of technology